in the midst of a marathon weekend

Where to begin? We played at Duck Duck on Friday night. Didn't know any of the other bands. Dave and Jeni asked us to fill in cause one band canceled, and that's what we did. We were basically introduced before I had plugged in my guitar and turned on the little, bitty, witty, tiny, tinny amp that I was borrowing. So Mikey and AB moved right into B38 to buy me some time. The show felt like inertia. Or being thrown into a tornado. I think alot of shows do. But this one even more than others. Playing your first song is like running into the ocean before you've gotten wet. You don't know what to expect, and once you're in, you're in. But it was a really fun night. Duck Duck is a great place to be. I love how open it is. How the wall facing the street slides open. Nothing beats the corner seat, on the blue couch, with the fan blowing on you. At one point, late in the evening (2am?), Jeni yells "band bender!" and gets us a bunch of shots. And indeed, it was a bender, well until through the middle of the next day's set.

Which brings us to our show outside of Northeast Kingdom for the Make Music New York Festival. I woke up drunk yesterday morning. Literally. I only had a few hours of sleep, and by the time I was up, I was feeling like a goofy motherfucker. Stumble over to the kingdom around nooo00000n-thirty. I'm happy to hear that Mikey, AB, and Tony D, are all in the same position as me. It's always assuring to know that you're not the one fuck-up in the crew. So, completely hung-over, we set up shop right on Troutman, across from the wall that Lady Magma claimed as theirs. Oh Lady Magma, when will you return and shine a light up rock n' roll for us? We played for three hours in the heat and sun, and it was fucking awesome. We played for friends, we played for lots of passing strangers. Sometimes people would pull up in a car, stop right in front of us, and just stare. Playing outside is a great way to put yourself out there. Thank you Northeast Kingdom. You continue to be so good to us. We sincerely appreciate all your help and support.

Got home, with a splitting headache, ate salad and napped like a little, bitty, witty, tiny, tinny baby. Showered, and got ready for the Pete's Candy Store show. This one felt like the culmination of the whole weekend. The sound in Pete's is SO GOOD. I love the acoustics there. We set up the show that night with Activists/Dictators and The Nasties. Both bands are awesome. Activists/Dictators kind of remind me a little of Fugazi and Spoon. Wonderful lyrics, and a real ease on stage. All of them are super-talented musicians. The Nasties are great too. A real soulful, old-school band. Roger Nastie is a born singer. The tone of his voice is nice as hell.

Playing our set was fun. It was the perfect culmination for three shows in less than 24 hours. I don't really know how to describe this one. We were all feeling so good and comfortable, and it was easy to let go and do it for the ears on all the dudes and sexy ladies. Fly girls at Pete's? Uhmm, yes. Definitely. Brooklyn in the summer is paradise.

It's a little after 8:30am on Sunday. We're about to head upstate to help our friend Meryl shoot a short film for New York state. We're gonna be river rafting and riding horses. This weekend is insane. And then Monday comes and hits you like a ton of bricks. Next weekend, my ass is doing nothing. Nothing. NO-thing. I'm gonna be taking it all so sleazy-easy.

Photos of all the shows will be soon to follow.